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Bad Things with You by Hollycomb (NC-17)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 9000
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hollycomb
Author Website: Her Supernatural Fic in Memories
Why this must be read: This is one of the first Dean/Castiel stories I read, and it remains one of my favourites. What it did was convince me that the relationship between a skeptical sinner returned from hell and an Angel of the Lord could work in an NC-17 context, and be more than just hot sexin'. (Not that the sexin' isn't nice ...!)
In the time before Jimmy Novak, authors were free to create their own notions of Castiel's vessel--who he was and why he had prayed for this. This story gives us a background that's believable and helps shape the tension between Dean and Castiel. At the same time, it doesn't forget about Sam and Ruby; the story shows a Sam who's left Dean, convinced of the rightness of what he's doing, and a Dean who is struggling to make his way in a world without his brother at his side. It's dark, poignant, and most of all, memorable.
"You associate my touch with being pulled out of hell. It's a powerful sense memory. And I -- because I associate your safety and contentment with the will of God -- I, I --" His hands curl into fists. "It's a dangerous combination."
Dean tucks the blankets in around his legs, wondering what the hell happened to his body temperature. He feels like he's lost a layer of skin.
"D-dangerous," he says. "Yeah. S-s-so, just. We won't touch each other."
Castiel looks at him, his hands uncurling on the mattress.
"You're cold," he says.
"I'm alright."
"This has never happened to me before," Castiel says, as if to apologize.
"No sh-sh-shit, Sh-Sherlock. Me either."
"Dean," he says, and Dean is going to tell him, I hate it when you say my name, because he feels like someone different when he's with Castiel, someone who didn't answer to that name when his brother shouted it across graveyards and through haunted cabins. He and Sam had a language that was only their names. They didn't need much else, once.
But Dean can't tell him anything because he's shaking too hard. Castiel walks over to the bed and puts his hand on Dean's back. Even through the comforter, sheets, and the fabric of his shirt, his hand burns in the best way. Dean makes a grateful noise he can't stuff down, rolls onto his back.
"Here," he says frantically. He grabs Castiel's hand and puts it against his neck. The warmth of him spreads through Dean's body, and he's afraid he'll go hard again, but it's different this time. He shuts his eyes, and shudders happily as his temperature rises.
"If I do touch you," Castiel says, sliding his thumb across the line of Dean's jaw. "I'll have to be more restrained."
"Yeah, whatever, just c'mere."
Dean pulls Castiel down and under the blankets, puts his face against his chest and moans in sleepy satisfaction. He's still not an angel, definitely not. Some kind of sex demon, which maybe Dean earned after his stint in hell. Figures it'd possess a guy, but whatever, it works. Dean has never been much for clutching at girls in bed, usually just wants to roll over and get comfortable for sleep, but this feels like some combination of sliding into a jacuzzi and smoking crack, which he's actually never done, but supposedly it's instantly addictive, and he's pretty sure that's the way this works. The thought is pretty frightening, but he'll worry about it later.
Read the story and feedback the author: Bad Things with You
If you follow the "Continued" link at the bottom of the story, you'll find the next two stories in the set, although each story works well as a stand alone: Voluntary Offerings and Earth to Heaven Replies
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 9000
Author on LJ:
hollycombAuthor Website: Her Supernatural Fic in Memories
Why this must be read: This is one of the first Dean/Castiel stories I read, and it remains one of my favourites. What it did was convince me that the relationship between a skeptical sinner returned from hell and an Angel of the Lord could work in an NC-17 context, and be more than just hot sexin'. (Not that the sexin' isn't nice ...!)
In the time before Jimmy Novak, authors were free to create their own notions of Castiel's vessel--who he was and why he had prayed for this. This story gives us a background that's believable and helps shape the tension between Dean and Castiel. At the same time, it doesn't forget about Sam and Ruby; the story shows a Sam who's left Dean, convinced of the rightness of what he's doing, and a Dean who is struggling to make his way in a world without his brother at his side. It's dark, poignant, and most of all, memorable.
"You associate my touch with being pulled out of hell. It's a powerful sense memory. And I -- because I associate your safety and contentment with the will of God -- I, I --" His hands curl into fists. "It's a dangerous combination."
Dean tucks the blankets in around his legs, wondering what the hell happened to his body temperature. He feels like he's lost a layer of skin.
"D-dangerous," he says. "Yeah. S-s-so, just. We won't touch each other."
Castiel looks at him, his hands uncurling on the mattress.
"You're cold," he says.
"I'm alright."
"This has never happened to me before," Castiel says, as if to apologize.
"No sh-sh-shit, Sh-Sherlock. Me either."
"Dean," he says, and Dean is going to tell him, I hate it when you say my name, because he feels like someone different when he's with Castiel, someone who didn't answer to that name when his brother shouted it across graveyards and through haunted cabins. He and Sam had a language that was only their names. They didn't need much else, once.
But Dean can't tell him anything because he's shaking too hard. Castiel walks over to the bed and puts his hand on Dean's back. Even through the comforter, sheets, and the fabric of his shirt, his hand burns in the best way. Dean makes a grateful noise he can't stuff down, rolls onto his back.
"Here," he says frantically. He grabs Castiel's hand and puts it against his neck. The warmth of him spreads through Dean's body, and he's afraid he'll go hard again, but it's different this time. He shuts his eyes, and shudders happily as his temperature rises.
"If I do touch you," Castiel says, sliding his thumb across the line of Dean's jaw. "I'll have to be more restrained."
"Yeah, whatever, just c'mere."
Dean pulls Castiel down and under the blankets, puts his face against his chest and moans in sleepy satisfaction. He's still not an angel, definitely not. Some kind of sex demon, which maybe Dean earned after his stint in hell. Figures it'd possess a guy, but whatever, it works. Dean has never been much for clutching at girls in bed, usually just wants to roll over and get comfortable for sleep, but this feels like some combination of sliding into a jacuzzi and smoking crack, which he's actually never done, but supposedly it's instantly addictive, and he's pretty sure that's the way this works. The thought is pretty frightening, but he'll worry about it later.
Read the story and feedback the author: Bad Things with You
If you follow the "Continued" link at the bottom of the story, you'll find the next two stories in the set, although each story works well as a stand alone: Voluntary Offerings and Earth to Heaven Replies